When the world will talk about lovers and legends, they'll forget your name. Many find your story mundane and too simple. After all, you didn't save your wife from a group of goons. Neither did she leave you heartbroken nor did she follow you like a ritual. You let her speak. Any other woman would have ingested your shame at work like a pill and cried silent tears. But not she. I would have written this letter to her but maybe I have more to say to you. .
Many laughed when you held Mamta's hand and decided to follow your dream. That one thing that made you both glow like two suns in a sky. When you said 'Mad in India' I laughed, and I adored you. Do you realise that people like you and Mamta are mad in India? You and I are mad in India because we don't agree on women walking behind men, and that's insanity. .
Here we raise to pedastals men who kiss a woman the very first time they meet. Men who like when their wives eat after them. Men who'd rather kill themselves than to see a woman give them advice. Not men like you Mauji. Not a man who wouldn't even touch his wife until she lets him. A man who'd let his wife have an opinion, a right to honour. I know no one will tell you this, because quiet love isn't worthy of legends. So here, let me be the one who writes your story somewhere to be remembered. May there be more men like you, may there be more women like her. May we love in peace, and be our own legandary stories.
A girl once told me that a man without aggression doesn't know how to love a woman. And I fell like a river, nothing but a loud knock against a rock. 'Passion' is the word, Mauji, it means 'junoon'. Tum me wo tha to nahi, par agar mujhse pyar koi kare to tumhare jaisa kare. — Disha Grover @bytheword_ - 2 hours ago